i went to the plushy plush last night with my special lady friend. it was great. we just hung out and talked and did what young people do… make fun of old people or any people.
the first band went on and they were totally hardcore. we’re talkin’ punktastic. with mohawks. they were called “old man” and they were definitely amateur. but they had so much spirit. one of the guitarists was slam dancing with two rowdy fans in the crowd. then the bassist got down on the ground and the singer girl stood on his bass across his stomach. their set ended abruptly when the other guitarist looked like he got knocked unconscious. luckily, it was just a sprained ankle. wicked.
“found dead on the phone” was the next band. they sounded good and polished. i might like to see them again.
they saved the best for last, though. the band was “la cerca” and i still can’t believe they played two brian eno songs. and their other stuff was good too. they had a cellist and the keyboardist guy played a big saxophone.
Is this the band?
Oh yeah, and way-ta-go, Don Juan!
“And what about for your lady friend?” – Jennifer, the Chili’s server.